INTRO LOG: DECEMBER

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INTRO LOG: DECEMBER
IF I HAD A HEART

characters: everyone.
location: the harbor, as well as the rest of town.
date/time: december 1-3.
content: beacon's newest batch of residents arrives on the ferry. robin posts a bulletin.
warnings: n/a.

welcome to beacon.

It's dim, and the room won't stop swaying, gently rocking you back and forth. A loud sound startles you fully awake, a deep, moaning call: a foghorn. As your eyes adjust, you note faint red light streaking through the room from a tiny, round window.

You've found yourself in a private room, lying on a bed. The last things you remember are the events that led up to your death. Beside you is a folded tablet and a lantern glowing with a healthy flame.

You're on a ship. And that ship is docking.

Making your way to the deck, and eventually the pier, you find only moonlight to greet you, and a dark forest beyond. There are other people here, each with their own unique lantern, and many of them look just as lost as you are. On the ferry you've just disembarked from, the speaker system begins to play a song.

In the distance, across the waters of the lake, you can see the tall silhouette of a lighthouse, its red light slowly turning.

•••
The ferry has barely docked when everyone's tablets will ping: A new weekly bulletin has been posted!

...Aaaaaanyway, luckily for all the newcomers, the tablet and the town have some resources available for getting acquainted with their new situation! In fact, as soon as they're prompted to enter a network username, an app containing all sorts of useful welcome information will launch. Newcomers can always check out the weekly bulletins and the records in town hall as well, and everyone's welcome to get in touch with the NPCs through their inboxes.

ooc.

Hey there, wonderful players, and welcome to In the Night! You've happened to come at a chaotic time, as we've just wrapped up a rather large event. Half the town was stuck in a dreamland version of past Beacon, where they explored for clues about the town's history. The other half stayed awake and defended the town from a brutal onslaught of green-eyed, hallucination-inducing forest spirits. The town's pretty haggard after all that, so hey, there's a conversation starter! It'll be good to have some fresh faces around to help with the recovery process.

You can check out the various Enter Mr. Sandman event posts in the OOC and log comms if you're curious, and plenty of the details will likely come up ICly, as well! The aftermath is just beginning, and we're so glad to have you along for the ride. :)

DELIVERIES

The following packages can be found in the cargo hold:

• The monthly store restock
  
• For Eliot: A carton of cigarettes
  
• For Prompto: 17 pairs of reading glasses
  
• For Eleven: A pair of walkie-talkies, and enough batteries to last for 3 months of casual use
  
• For Aziraphale: 12 drums, 11 lead pipes, 10 pairs of shoes, 9 wilting corsages, 8 bottles of milk, 7 taxidermy swans, 6 goose eggs, 5 stale onion rings, 4 bins full of duck armies, 3 dead chickens, 2 turtles, and a whole tree, though it's long dead... and strung with lights and garlands and holiday ornaments!
  
• For Kol: A book
  
• For Crowley: Peppermint extract, cream of tartar, a candy thermometer, a tin of cocoa, graham crackers, a generic bottle of red wine, a t-shirt with a crown logo on it, a book of love poems, and the goods
  
• For Eleven: An assortment of wrapping paper, gift tags, ribbons, bows, and gift bags.
  
• A lot of medical supplies. The supplies are plentiful enough that everyone may handwave finding common first aid supplies that will help to triage injuries sustained during the Enter Mr. Sandman event. The supplies won't immediately cure wounds, but they will help to prevent infection and ensure proper healing. There's even an assortment of painkillers, ranging from over the counter pills to IV morphine (though, hm, it seems each character will only be able to find one dose of the hospital-grade stuff, no matter how hard they search)

If you submitted an item request last month and we've missed it here, let us know!

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Comments

2. roommate stuff?

[notthatjason]

[As those in the coma began to wake, there was one of the defenders who did just the opposite. Jason dragged himself to his bed, carefully curled on his right side (his left arm is bruised, bloody, and clearly broken -- though at least set) and promptly went to sleep.

Which, sure, that checks out, but then he keeps sleeping...for nearly a whole day. As much as one can measure days around here when it's always dark. His lantern still glows, if a little more battered than it had been, but Jason is out.

As time starts to stretch into a second day the comatose sleeping turns into twitches and groans, occasionally a spark pops off of Jason's skin.]

i'm so ready

[subroutines]

( she's been here … for a while by now, surely, going from one book to another and then another, like it's something more than fiction but there's this one story that's starting to grow on her … maybe because of how ridiculous it is, but you'll never know, because she'll never tell. never!

she isn't expecting to hear her own name out loud ( mostly because keith hasn't registered his name on the network yet, and neither of them know the other is here ), and it makes her pick her head up almost quickly enough to give her whiplash, peering toward the sound of the voice.

it doesn't sound familiar, and the attached face doesn't look familiar either, though it does look kind. ) Uh … yeah?

[sweetwater]

[ thank god, someone with a personality and a sense of humor. she flashes the other woman a relieved smile. ]

Please don't mention Vogue. You'll only get my hopes up and crush them minutes later by explaining the only clothes available are going to be shapeless uniforms made out of hemp.

[sweetwater]

You must not watch many movies.

[subroutines]

( she starts at the sound of an actual voice in place of the skittering, and blinks when she finally notices the person attached to it; of course she knows she's in a library, but there hadn't been anyone else around until … well, now, and at the very least she does look a little sheepish. ) Oh. ( oh. like that explains everything.

which it should. it absolutely should. ) Do they ever … actually show themselves? Or just skitter around all creepy-like? ( pidge don't be rude.

but. hold up wait a minute. noticing that book you have for a bit of light reading, there. ) Are you really reading that? ( she thought she was the only one that read science stuff for fun?? )

[paraskeptic]

Guilty, and evident by the fact that I don't know what 'found footage' means.

[lunchbreaks]

Oh-- yes. We were in a mine, and there was this... creature there, like a spirit. Semi-permeable. He ripped off one of my wings and came back for Molly's eyes and Akechi's ankles. Horrible thing.

The thing is - I saw a mine cart with a man's-- or woman's-- but certainly not a spirit's-- belongings, blood, but no body.

[lunchbreaks]

If you had waited mere hours longer, Crowley, you wouldn't have died. Why are you--

[ Why are you like this?! ]

--Crowley, I'm just happy to have you return to me. Please, can we go home?

[sweetwater]

[ Cheryl remains unconvinced. ] I had friends at home. Where I was alive.

[ she's frustrated, but the tone of her voice is more disappointed than it is cross. ]

Whatever this place is, I don't deserve it.

[sauntered_downward]

You woke up then? That day?

[lunchbreaks]

Yes, you absolute--

[ He takes a breath. ]

My dear. We've both been worried sick. Let's not argue.

Are you hungry?

[sweetwater]

It's when they pretend the movie is real and what you're seeing is video taken by someone who got themselves killed by a demon or something equally stupid.

bless you, a true saint, i apologize for both of them in advance

[subroutines]

( you know what, so what she's dead. and so what if she doesn't know whether or not everyone else made it out of that blast alive.

there's. really nothing she can do about it from here. so she's gonna fake it until she makes it. )

i
wow
how did i not think of that yet?

( ignis are you encouraging a gremlin to be a gremlin? how very irresponsible of you. noct would probably approve, though. )

[survivaltricks]

[Akira doesn't sit down; instead, he leans his back against the wall, running his uninjured hand across his splint]

[he looks tired, but he keeps his chin up nevertheless]

The forest spirits attacked the town. They forced us into hiding. The siege lasted. . . nearly two weeks.

[the same amount of time Akechi was asleep]

[necromantiae]

Sixty years, I think.

( math was not his strong suit after a few glasses of alcohol. )

I was a young'un back then. Just growing in my powers, thinking I could take the world on and kind of failing at every turn. My friends would call that a learning experience.

[daughteroflight]

"Uh--" DG drops her hand and shrugs. "It's okay. I mean it's not okay but yeah, it's healed now."

So that's one point in this situation's favor, at least. She spares a glance back to the Ferry but knows that's not an option, then returns her focus to Bodhi. "A 'where' would be a good start. Going somewhere is like doing something, right?"

just eat your veggies and everything will be fine

[reigniter]

[That sounds so familiar...]

It's a thought that usually occurs late at night, in bed, when you cannot sleep
I am yet to discover how to haunt things.

[Maybe it would get Noctis to eat spinach finally. And yes, he would approve]

[necromantiae]

Why are you apologizing to me? ( it had been pretty embarrassing but ambrose had managed to grab the bottle before it went flying so all's well that ends well or something. )

You're all good. Unless you're not. You all right? You slammed that pretty hard. Wouldn't do to survive those stupid creatures and get taken out by a bar.

[sauntered_downward]

No, I'm not hungry. I ate for two weeks to stay awake.

What made you wake up?

[necromantiae]

( jason's alive which is a good thing. despite being one of those out in the thick of it, ambrose hadn't been satisfied that he'd been truly okay until he'd seen him after. and then he'd gone to sleep.

guess he deserves that, doesn't he? honestly, ambrose kind of feels like a nap too.

except when he catches the spark jumping off jason's skin, he frowns. )

Please tell me that's normal and you're not about to molt or something.

[rhyses]

Repairs are important.

[What a dumb thing to say. He means it far more earnestly than it comes out.]

I mean . . . I'm amazing at computers, but not repairs. Hate doing greasy work, actually, that's usually why I pay someone else to do it. It's a good skill to have.

[Thanks, Rhys. God. ANYWAY.]

What planet are you from?

[justcawse]

[So while he was stuck in some mine with Aziraphale and Molly, the town was being attacked by the forest spirits... Between the two of them, they probably had it worse than he did. The evidence was his own well being right now. Aside from the pains he was feeling as an after affect, he was completely unharmed. Akira though... Part of him was angry that he couldn't have been here to help. That he was a liability even in the end... ]

..... Are you... okay? Aside from the obvious injuries...?

[He let out a small sigh. It was the same amount of time that he'd spent in the mines.]

[notthatjason]

[Normally he might be more aware of her nervousness, but he doesn't really look up again until he notices her hovering. He tilts his head and then offers her a tired smile, an old scar visible just at the corner of his lip.]

Too wound up to sit? [He doesn't mind if she joins him, watching her is making him feel restless and he knows he should rest.] I felt like that when I arrived...like there was a quest I should be going on or at least something I should be doing.

[When she gives her name, Jason looks amused. Having been teased about his own name for most of his life, he almost doesn't say anything about hers, but he honestly can't help himself. Between her outfit and now her name, he wonders if she has some Greek origins, though she can't be from Camp Half-Blood. He'd have remembered someone like her.]

Pyrrha. That suits you. Don't worry about me, I've already died once and that was a lot more brutal that this was. I guess I just got a bit rusty while being here...won't happen again.

[Although, usually he would also have some ambrosia to help the healing process along. He wouldn't be having to wait for the bones to heal on their own and the pain wouldn't be nearly as bad. Still, he'd been trained in the Roman Legion and by a wolf goddess -- you walked it off or you dropped dead.]

[callada]

Yeah. All true.

[But probably all necessary at this point. What else are they going to do? They can't fight a war on two fronts and that's what they've got right now. There aren't enough of them, they don't have enough supplies, and they have too little knowledge.]

Given how much trouble we're having with the creatures here, who we've had so much time to try and learn about, I can't see how going up against the World Eaters can go well. We don't even really know what they are, aside from a few vague rumors and one blurry photo.

[lunchbreaks]

There was a spirit, and it said that it was time to wake up, and he pulled us awake.

Are you really not hurt, Crowley?